#that fic altered my brain chemistry

[creatureofthegods]

sastiel is like an invasive species cause i read one (1) fake dating fanfic from like 2018 that wasnt even sastiel endgame but my brain was like this is so cute. we're switching teams entirely

[deanspunchingbag]

rereading twist and shout just to feel something again

[victarin]

this joke has definitely been made before but im just thinking again abt how solar lunacy is the whole reason i started drawing (or learned how to draw) the dca

[eezygr]

rayman 1 redraws

[khruschevshoe]

There's just something very specific about homoerotic character-enveloping friendships from around 2010 where they're semi-aware that gay people exist but queerbaiting isn't quite a thing yet sp their relationship consumes the narrative and changes them both irrevocably forever and they end in tragedy but the ending is JUST open enough for the fic writers to wriggle into that just makes me go fucking FERAL

[maxipad33]

hook, line, sinker by cazio / @chubbydino

At least he finally knew what Daniel wouldn’t tell him: some sins left a permanent stain so dark even strangers could read their warning.

cover version under the cut

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Breakable heaven by @sokkalore changed the trajectory of my entire life so I needed to draw it

(Without text)

[suffarustuffaru]

so i talked a bit about reinjulisuba on this blog in the past like in this one ask but now ive made a quick and easy diagram summarizing their whole deal <3

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

ao3 link

[here-comes-the-moose]

Man sometimes I’ll be minding my own business, feeling perfectly fine and then I’ll remember this one comic someone made (it was a gorgeous comic and I hold it very dearly in my heart) where basically Echo walked in on Crosshair causing some mischief and accidentally called him Fives.

And then I’m no longer okay.

[shallowoak]

Alber Is fiercely loyal to the Storm King!

Stealth Black Magic isn't the only unseen force!

I was inspired to draw this pair after reading @missingn000 's incredible fic, 'requiem for lab rats'!

>> Vinsmoke siblings here! <<

[anophiles]

🎶mein herr marquis🎶

based on Someone Else's Story by @thedarkivist🖤🧡

happy birthday, Dark!!

[zukaiaz-x]

Just sobbed my eyes out after rereading a sskk fanfic literally dni. ALSO I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HOW I COINCINDENTALLY READ THIS 1 YEAR EXACTLY AFTER I READ THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME.

(Fic is if you loved me, why'd you leave me by amythecinnabunny)

[posallys]

The old fears, but I’m here (through the long night with you)

posally | T | 1.5k | could be canon for @pjoseries because we're side by side in the trenches

Thunder claps, deafening.  Her ears ring.  Through half-opened eyes and hot tears, she sees the water recede too far back too quickly.  Thunder. Rain. The water creeps further back. And then it falls.

or, sally doesn't call, but poseidon comes anyway.

read on ao3

[mimiscappinisideblog]

This man... i swear to god. Has single handledly ruined my life.

I can't go ONE DAY without thinking about this particular character of his. It's been exactly one month.

It's sickening.

I hate him so much.

[i-am-sleepyzz]

I think my favorite flavor of satogou/shigegou is prolly

Ash having a crush on goh and like it's been there since somtime around when they first met but he's only just now realizing that his feeling arnt as platonic as he thought

And like this is after jn so they've already gone Separate ways and they won't see eachother in person for a while.

And then goh who had proably liked ash around maybe the ivysaur? I dunno haven't decided when his crush would have started but that not important just know he's had it pretty long

But he thinks ash doesn't feel the same wich i think could be a reason that he wanted to go on his own journey because he wants to get over his crush and being around him isn't going to really help with him getting over it? It's not his only reason but it's a part of it

So while he's on his journey him and Gary fall in love or whatever

So like by the time they do get to meet up again ash prolly knows by now that there goh and Gary are dating or he can tell they like eachother somthing like that

So he never tells goh cause he doesn't want to ruin there possible relationship for feeling that most likely arnt Reciprocated

And that's it hehe